After whispering to each other, Phyllis turned around and saw that Annie, Colin, and the rest of the students were about to talk to Lucien. She could not help but smile. On the surface, they seemed to want to satisfy their curiosity and congratulate Lucien, but their real purpose was to get closer to him.
"Ladies and gentlemen, in order to celebrate the great success of Mr. Victor's concert, and to celebrate the fact that our classmate Lucien is now recognized as a genius in the music circle, I would like to invite you all to my house for a ball on Friday evening." Felicia clapped her hands and said to Lucien, "Ladies and gentlemen, in order to celebrate the great success of Mr. Victor's concert, and to celebrate the fact that our classmate Lucien is now recognized as a genius in the music circle, I would like to invite you all to my house for a ball on Friday night. Mr. Victor has already agreed to this. Now, I want to know what you think. "
In Phyllis's view, she had a close relationship with Lucien with the help of Moonlight Rose. Therefore, she subconsciously did not want Lucien to have a deep friendship with other students. Of course, it was best for her to enjoy this kind of resources alone. However, she also understood that she could not interfere with Lucien's life. The best way to maintain their relationship was to have more contacts, disputes, and exchanges of interests.
Reyne was the first to react. She smiled brightly and said, "Really? It's my pleasure to be a guest in your manor, Miss Phyllis. "
After she agreed, Lot, Annie, Herodotus, and the rest of the students also agreed one after another.
Seeing that everyone was willing to accept her invitation, Phyllis turned around and said with a charming smile, "What about you, Lucien? Would you like to be a guest in my manor? "
An idea suddenly popped into Lucien's mind. He smiled and replied, "Of course, it's my pleasure, Phyllis."
Hearing Lucien's answer, Reyne and the rest of the students seemed to be more excited.
At this time, Victor, who was in high spirits, came down from the second floor with a book. "Okay, ladies and gentlemen, let's start our study. There are still a few days before the ball."
Lucien randomly found a seat and was about to sit down. When he passed by Lot, Lot whispered in Lucien's ear, "I heard that Mekanzi doesn't like you very much and might make trouble for you. Of course, you're already Her Royal Highness's music consultant, so he can't make things difficult for you directly. However, it's very likely that he will set a trap to embarrass you and ruin your reputation. "
"Thank you, Lot. I'll be careful." Lucien thanked him politely, but he was not in the mood to think about such things. Saving Joel's family was like putting out a fire. The more days that passed, the less hope there was for him to save them.
Of course, Lucien also knew that he could not act rashly. He had to patiently wait for an opportunity and make all kinds of preparations. This was a very dangerous matter. The faster he wanted to solve it, the harder it would be to succeed.
Thus, Lucien's current state was like walking on a tightrope between two cliffs. On the left was slow and delaying, while on the right was impatient and reckless. No matter which side he leaned, he would fall to the bottom of the cliff and be smashed to pieces. Only by maintaining a perfect and extremely difficult balance could he walk towards success.
Lucien's study of words was almost complete with the help of his superb memory and excellent learning methods. He only lacked the accumulation of rare words. Thus, this afternoon, Lucien, Lot, Phyllis, and the rest were all learning music. For Lucien, immersing himself in learning also helped him keep calm.
In his calmness, combined with the information he got in the past two days, a bold plan gradually took shape in his mind.
After the study, Lucien returned to his own cottage and packed some belongings to his rented garden villa at No.116 in Gesu District. This seemed to be a very normal process of moving slowly. Therefore, in the evening, Paper only said one sentence, "Mr. Evans, please be smart when you go to Ratacia Palace tomorrow. Don't do anything stupid, or you will be responsible for the consequences."
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A quiet night soon passed. Lucien forced himself to stay calm and learned some hypnotic knowledge from the Eyes of Stars so that he would not lose sleep due to anxiety. He slept soundly and felt very energetic when he woke up.
"Today is a critical day. I can't make any mistakes!"
There was no new order on Paper. After breakfast, Lucien went to the Musicians' Association. He occupied a small piano room and practiced piano to distract himself.
Maybe it was the drastic changes in his life in the past few days that made Lucien feel like he was being toyed with by fate again. Maybe it was because he had been reading all kinds of Beethoven's music recently, so after a short rest, Lucien subconsciously played Beethoven's Piano Sonata No. 8 in C minor, which was also the famous Pathetique.
It was the pinnacle of Beethoven's early piano music. Although it was called Pathetique, it was actually of the same origin as Symphony of Fate. It used the sorrow and sadness brought about by life to create a tragic atmosphere. There was a trace of firmness in the melody, which expressed the heroic spirit in the face of suffering and danger, as well as the unyielding will to fight.
Lucien had never practiced this piano piece, so even though he could clearly remember all the notes, he played it intermittently. However, this intermittent feeling was closer to Lucien's inner feelings of anxiety, depression, and forced calmness. Therefore, Lucien played it again and again until he felt exhausted.
After venting his emotions through music, Lucien felt that his emotions and mentality had been maintained in a relatively good state, so he left the piano room and went to rest in his lounge.
At 10: 30, the door of the lounge was knocked, and Elena's voice came in.
"Lucien, Her Royal Highness' carriage is here to pick you up."
Hearing this, Lucien slowly stood up from the chair and replied, "Okay, Elena, I'll go down immediately."
After tidying up his black coat and white shirt with wide lace cuffs, Lucien looked at himself in the mirror for thirty seconds, then calmly and steadily walked out of the lounge and went to the hall on the first floor.
The carriage sent by Natasha was dark purple, with the coat of arms of the Violet family on it. It looked low-key, but the interior was luxurious. Sitting inside, Lucien did not feel any bumps or tremors at all. The dark yellow carpet made by Tria created a warm atmosphere, but Lucien maintained his straight posture and did not pick up the red wine and other things on the small table in front of him.
Ten minutes later, the carriage arrived at the Ratacia Palace on time. The main gate was a stone gate carved with countless heroic statues. More than ten soldiers in red military uniforms were guarding the gate, led by a muscular Knight.
After briefly checking Lucien's belongings, the Knight waved his hand and let the carriage pass.
As soon as the carriage passed through the gate, Lucien immediately sensed the solemn and terrifying aura of magic, which seemed to have enveloped the entire Ratacia Palace.
The Ratacia Palace was a pale-golden, magnificent building. Its exterior was majestic yet exquisitely crafted. On the east and west sides of the palace were two majestic castle-like palaces. Connecting them was a group of luxurious palaces.
In front of the main palace was a spacious square with a fountain. The square was surrounded by a beautiful garden, which was half the size of a market area. There were all kinds of exotic trees and flowers in the garden.
An artificial river, wide enough for several sailboats to sail on, sparkled as it meandered through the garden.
The carriage carrying Lucien passed through the garden, crossed the long bridge over the artificial river, and stopped in front of the main palace. Two beautiful maids were already waiting for him.
"Hello, Mr. Evans. Please follow us to Her Royal Highness' piano room." The two beautiful blonde girls, who seemed to be twins, saluted Lucien in the same crisp voice.
Lucien nodded politely, "Thank you."
Led by the two maids, Lucien passed through many splendid palaces. The palaces were built with the most colorful stones, emitting dazzling light. The stairs, railings and other places were covered with gold leaf. According to the theme of the palace, there were also huge crystals, pure white gauze and epic oil paintings on the inner walls and domes. Every detail of the palace was full of intricate and complicated pomp.
The two maids walked skillfully and lightly. They had been strictly trained in etiquette. Neither of them talked to Lucien but kept a polite smile on their faces. Soon, Lucien came to a magnificent corridor.
The promenade had twenty-four arched windows facing the direction of the garden. On the other side of the promenade, there were twenty-four mirrors made up of countless small lenses that corresponded to the windows. They reflected the scenery of the garden, making people feel like they were walking directly in the garden. Together with the majestic huge oil painting on the arched ceiling and the pure and holy light that came from nowhere, it formed a dreamlike scenery.
This was the most famous building in the Ratacia Palace, called the Corridor of Heaven. Before Lucien became famous, he had learned about it from the books in the library and from the conversations of Lot and the others.
Passing through the Corridor of Heaven, where the smell of magic was the strongest, Lucien entered the palace of War Gallery, where Natasha lived. There were many war-themed oil paintings on the walls.
"Mr. Evans, this is the piano room." The two maids led Lucien to a quiet and remote room. One of them opened the door and walked in first to report to Madam Camille.
After a while, with Camille's permission, the maid signaled that Lucien could go in.
… …
It was a large room, with warm and peaceful orange as the main color. The carpet was exquisite and gorgeous, and there were many musical instruments. In the middle of the room was a pale gold piano.
Sitting in front of the piano, Natasha was playing a war march. Her fingers were skillful, and her performance was much better than most of the players. However, it seemed that she was trying to imitate Victor's technique, and she did not have the feeling of being able to play as she wished.
In the corner, there was a sofa and a brownish-yellow tea table. Camille was sitting there in her black dress.
Sensing that Lucien had come in, Natasha stopped playing and turned around. She smiled naturally, "Lucien, I don't understand Victor's new fingerstyle. Can you explain it to me?"
She was not condescending at all, as if she was greeting an old friend.
"Of course, it's my pleasure," Lucien walked to the piano, sat on another stool, and began to explain to Natasha.
Although Lucien's musical knowledge was still relatively low, what Natasha needed to talk about was exactly what Lucien was best at. And this kind of vague and ignorant performance, on the contrary, confirmed Natasha's and other people's opinions about Lucien's music.
Time flew by quickly. Natasha suddenly looked at Lucien and asked, "Lucien, is there anything on your mind? I can feel that you're impatient, anxious, and nervous. "
The intuition and senses of a level five Knight were very powerful!
Natasha, on the other hand, was a straightforward person. She didn't probe or hold back, but simply asked the question directly.
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